It Can Only Be Called a Miracle: Playtime Prisoner

The boys are entering in to such a FUN stage where they just want to play, play, play! They love to rough house with their daddy and have him toss them up in the air, throw them around on the bed, or torture them with tickles over, and over again.

The other day their Dad wrapped them up like little tacos and tickled their feet! They thought it was pretty funny at first, until they realized they couldn't get out on their own!

On another note - we are coming off of such a great weekend (but it ain't over yet! Vikings victory still coming this evening!!! SKOL VIKINGS!!!!!!!!!!!) - Yesterday morning we woke up and met some friends for breakfast at Panera (cinnamon crunch bagel - I love you), then went to the Children's Museum for a little bit of play time. We got home, grabbed some lunch and some amazing two and a half hour naps, and then we were off again for dinner and games at a friend's house. The boys finally got to sleep after 8:30 which is late for them, but it was so much fun to get out and enjoy time with friends and family, but yet be a family of four as well! I really enjoyed the day, but enjoyed the time on the couch at the end of it all too! Glorious bed time...ahhhh. At the end of every day once the boys are tucked quietly in to bed, I literally sink in to the couch and let out a huge sigh. Every.Single. Evening. What a gift they are. An energetic, leg hugging, time snatching, pulse racing, double blessing kind of gift, but a gift all the same.

Here are a few recent pics to share:

graydee baydee really wanting to eat the trains at the museum